Le 25 septembre 2024, sur le rapport du ministère de l’Economie et des Finances, le Conseil des ministres a adopté un décret relatif à la création d’une société de réassurance.
« En concertation avec les sociétés d’assurance présentes au Burkina Faso, il a été décidé de la création d’une société de réassurances », a expliqué le ministre de l’Economie et des Finances, Aboubakar NACANABO. Il s’agira, selon lui, d’une société d’économie mixte avec 51% des parts détenues par l’Etat et 49% par l’ensemble des sociétés d’assurances implantées au Burkina Faso.
Aboubakar NACANABO estime que cette société va permettre de limiter la sortie des devises liées aux paiements des primes cédées en réassurance; elle permettra également au marché d’assurance de s’organiser afin de mieux faire face aux besoins de la clientèle. La société de réassurance sera opérationnelle en 2025.
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Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. Garrett nods to his father.
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